This is a song about "Master yi"

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

In case i betray my people and master

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Because back then i wasn't a master

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic